Walks in the afternoon have become almost impossible because
THUNDERSTORMS THAT TRY TO KILL US of the unstable weather of fall. Fall hasn’t decided if it’s going to be rainy, breeze, cold or suffocating over here. I’m used to very distinct season changes because in the coast as soon as it’s not summer the wind blows, it’s still hot, but there’s a breeze that says autumn is here. As usual, this place is a little more eccentric.
A couple of days ago though I was able to squeeze a walk for baby J and me to get some very needed fresh air and I found the Hardcore Country Life trying to redeem itself for being an idiot. We walked by a land that sometimes has cows (real cows! Not bulls that I disguise as cows so as to not confuse baby J) and right there, in the middle of the cows, we saw A GOAT.
No, a WHITE goat. A SUPER CUTE white goat. I LOVE goats in case my use of caps is not clear enough. I love goats and lambs and pigs… well, I like farm animals. But anyway, there was a goat and I kept telling baby J to look at the CUTE GOAT. All the while the dude is looking at me like:
a face that says something like “c’mon woman, have you never seen a goat? Get over yourself“.
I can’t get over myself you cute, white thing! It had been too long since I saw a goat. I guess I have to step back (just ONE step) and say, well thank you Hardcore Country Life.
I shared this with the cool people of the Look Up, Look Down Challenge Week 62.
Have an excellent Thursday!
There’s one of these crystal light fixtures (generic image) in almost every room of this house.
The light bounces off the walls, sometimes in tiny rainbows, and when we moved I kept glancing left and right because I wasn’t used to the movement and felt like someone had moved. Fun for a few minutes and then it became really annoying to feel a bit psychotic.
Clearly manfriend’s brother likes that kind of adornment (this is his house) but I’m so not into having constant movement in a room, like the kitchen where I like to be focused and concentrated. Also, those things need to be cleaned and they are way too high.
One of the things I learned about what I want in my (what feels so distant) future home by living here: lots of spot lighting. Also THE SMALLER THE BETTER. And I hate stairs.
Shared in this week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge.
Have a joyful day!
Every Tuesday I post a photo of a texture or the use of a texture. In hopes of getting to know a bit more about your part of the world, I invite you to join in the fun of sharing an image of the textures around you by including a link to this post in your own Tuesdays of Texture post. You can find an image you like during the week if you don’t have one today :)
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A couple of days ago, as I was coming out of the most annoying cold ever (because of this, no human can endure three days of fumigation without effect), manfriend handed me a two page list of numbers and asked me to call clients. New clients actually.
That’s nothing out of the ordinary, except that because I had been so sick my voice sounded as if my vocal cords were being scratched against something like this lovely texture.
The very first call got me the grumpiest client. I don’t know why but IT ALWAYS HAPPENS. And all I could give him was my one, scratchy voice which probably made him grumpier.
Thank you again Hardcore Country Life.
Have a great, and textured Tuesday!
Do yourself a favor and watch this beauty of a cover for Taylor Swift’s Shake it Off. I hope you know how to do some sixties moves because this thing gets into you and it’s impossible to stay still.
Have a wonderful, shaken, Monday!
This happens to all parents right? RIGHT?!
He sprayed it, but only so. I finished it the next day. And then he threw it in the trash can so I could freak out every time I walked by it.
In the world wide web:
This dude did a self-portrait of himself after consuming drugs – a different one each day for a while. Until he ended up in the hospital with brain damage.
Just looking at these gives me vertigo – people hang out in hammocks in the Dolomites. They appear to be chill though, one of them has a LEG OUT.
She was honored in the Women In Sports celebration this year. Go Meryl!
Dude. DO NOT MESS WITH THE SEA LION. Pretty straight forward logic.
When I grow up I want to have this kind of patience – artist paints with the power of the sun and a magnifier glass.
Have a very happy Sunday!
I don’t know what it is about errands in the middle of the day that just slays the productivity out of the day.
Somehow if I manage to do errands early in the morning I can breathe by lunch time, but if I have to do an errand after lunch (like today) everything just keeps dragging on until the very moment when I go to bed.
At some point though I managed to sit down and eat, it felt miraculous because I usually eat standing up in the kitchen while doing other things. (What? Multitasking while eating? Totally possible.)
Then I saw this snow globe in the dinning table and voila. Worpress Photo Challenge materialised right there.
(In case you are curious to see it’s front.)
Also shared with the cool people of the Look Up, Look Down Challenge on it’s week 61.
Have a great day today!